Sweet red wine

Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.

                                   Sweet red wine                                 































It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.
They are cheap and tasty.
It was a beautiful late summer day.
The youth of  the city of Boeblingen surrounded the lake drinking the wine and listening to music.

I was  with my Scottish beauty.
She was so beautiful.
She held me so tightly.
We found a peace in a sweet love only
two innocent in heart can understand.

We drank the sweet red wine.
I asked her to marry me.
We sealed our two lives together,
with sweet and tender kisses.
Her sweet lips tasted of sweet red wine.








       


    


















         

We traveled to Scotland together.
Made promises of forever to the Ivory Cliffs of Dover.
I could kiss and love my lady till we fell together in a happiness no-one
could separate.
She promised to love me forever and a day.
I told her. She would be my only sweet dream I can hold on to.                                
























Somehow foolishness and bad timing allow us to separate.
I did not forget my promise.
Her kind memory is tattoos on my heart.
For after we separated.
I could not love anyone else.

I wished everyday to return to lake.
Drink sweet red wine.
Wrap my arms around her.
Kiss her sweet lips.
Have her warm body near.
For I cannot forget her beautiful face. 

For her.
I have written a thousand words of love.
Never gave any woman what we shared and understood.

I whisper to the wind.
I pray to  the moon and the stars.
My yearning to taste sweet red wine.
Dance by the Boeblingen lake with my love.
Kiss and hold her near.
Whisper thank you  for her kindness and love for a foolish man.

This time.
I would not release her from my life.

                         Coyote
                       1981

Author's Note

A old poem written in 1981. Any mistakes please assist. Never too old to learn.
Coyote

Reviews

[Lighthouse Call]

I like the meaning of the sweet red mine.
You created an amazing scene with the pictures and your words gave it life.
The flow of your writing is brilliant, even though it was written in 1981.
Interesting idea, you mentioned the taste of the sweet red wine when you kissed her lips, rather then when you actually drank. I like the idea, it gives it more ..uhm *think of an adjective... power? It's struck me :) Excellent write :)

[Helen Crutchett]

Poignant, endearing and absolutely beautiful memories you have shared with us. A sad but lovely poem.

[pumpkin head]

Wow this is very sweet, quite liked this

[Walker Andreasen]

I love how all of you poems have pictures to support them. How they seem to give memory to what is being said. How they support the thoughts and feelings you share.

[EileenMarie]

What a wonderful but tragic love story. Better to have loved and lost than not loved at all is how I feel after reading this. Beautiful

[AlieahRose]

THIS IS A...
TRUE LOVE STORY...
BRAVO...
THANKS FOR SHARING...

[Sarah]

Amazing poem!! It paints a very real picture in my head of an enticing story. I love how you write poems on past experiences, it makes them so interesting!

[Stacey Watts]

Wow! This was very sweet. I enjoyed the words and the memories you shared. The pictures are beautiful and added to the poem. This was well written.

[BlueJay]

The poem pulled a few emotions out of me... I love the places you put in, the imagery of "sweet red wine"... The pictures to go with the words; you are truly a master of poets -- in my eyes anyway. I think your "Scottish Beauty" would love this, I know I do.

[Alexandria Reece]

The title/repetition of the theme of sweet red wine found throughout is haunting by the end, very wonderful! I definitely started to tear up and the pictures you have included make every line all the more real for me. My favourite line was 'till we fell together in a happiness no-one
could separate'... very well-put.